Zhu Qinghao's face flushed, feeling a burning sensation as if he had been slapped.
Chen Xingyun brought generous gifts to ask him to act as a broker; among them was a Spirit Medicine he had searched for years but never found. After inquiring about the general situation, he heartily agreed.
Red Flame Peak was nothing special; although its Spiritual Mechanism was abundant, it was too domineering, reducing the time suitable for cultivation daily by half compared to other grottoes.
If Ji An agreed, he could not only make friends within the sect but also gain a large amount of Spirit Stones for free. If it were him, he would certainly agree when thinking from this perspective.
Originally, he thought it was a surefire plan, but even after saying so much, the other party remained stubborn, making him lose face as a senior brother.
What pained him more was that if he couldn't get the task done, he would have to return the gifts he received, which he couldn't bear.
